I don't know the best way to summarize the last events, but I'll try anyway.

First, I was walking in the streets, passing by a building under construction, minding my own business. Suddenly, I felt a powerful force pushing me away, after which I heard some kind of lod thunder, and felt some wet drops falling on my pants. When I turned to look, not only did I realize those wet drops were blood, I also saw that a crane was lifting something heavy (a container or other), which was about to fall on me, so someone pushed me away. I don't know who it was, nor can I see his face. I know it's a "he", as a girl came to the container shouting his name: Kevin. I didn't know what to do, but that when people surrounded me, offering a solution.

As I'm sure you're aware of, Seattle has become the home of the so-called 4400 (who are especially known to have special abilities), and other people with similar abilities. It were those people who were not only surrounding me, but they were part of the 4400-movement, that is to create a new world-order. They offered me to become one of them. Why? Because they believed that Kevin's rescue wasn't just coincidence, he saved me so I could become one of them. If I don't take the shot, his death would have been in vain. I suppose it never occurred to them that Kevin merely saved me because it's the right thing to do, so if I do say yes, I think he would have died in vain. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the 4400 in general, in fact I'd like to have an ability of my own, but... once you've got one, you have to get it registered (or rather tell their leader what you can do, but it means the same to me), and you must join their 4400-movement and acknowledge the leader as the world's only leader, to never use your powers without that leader's say-so, etc... but the worst part is that not only have I got no way of knowing in advance what power I'd get (I mean, I wouldn't want to risk being able to breath under water, and as a side-effect not being able to breath oxygen anymore), there's also a chance that I'd not survive the procedure. In other words, this leader might as well just lock us all up and gas us out, just for not having any powers. I really understand why anarchist and religious fanatics the like would assassinate their leaders (which they've already done, twice, only for that leader to replaced with someone worse than the first). One of these people overheard me thinking that (must have been a telepath, as I never said any of this out loud), so he/she alerted everyone else, and I was being chased. The only reason I was able to shake them off, was because some other guy, who has an ability but disagrees with the 4400-movement's idea of a new world-order, teleported me away. Seriously, all he did was pick up a pamphlet he found, looked at a picture it had, and suddenly we were there.

This guy, who said his name was Marco, is part of another movement, who'd use their abilities (special or not) to create a more free world. He and this movement consists mostly of people who gained their powers, through the 4400 or otherwise, but anybody could join their movement, dispite of who they are or what they can do. Sounded great to me, although I wasn't sure if I could trust this guy, but then he asked whether I've heard of that incident in Florida, where the Scientology HQ was destroyed. He told me that "el Barto" is one of them. He too felt that Scientology demanded too much of him, so once he gained his superpowers, he used it to destroy the HQ, and still is destroying other places related to that religion. That's when he gave me a wed-address to which I can surf and see what this movement is up to. Anything for a better world, I guess.

I thanked Marco for helping out of there, after which he teleported himself away. Now all I have to do is find out where I teleported to exactly.

By now, all I've seen is three arrows pointing to places called "Spoonerville", which doesn't sound too good to me, and two others called "Duckburg" and "Saint-Canard". The idea that these cities might be populated by ducks (as their names suggest) hadn't crossed my mind yet, or a car stopped by, which had three walking and talking ducks inside it. These three looked so much alike, the only way in which I could distinguish the one from the other is their color of clothes, as one was dressed in red, another in green and the last one in blue. Given their old age, I couldn't quite understand what they were saying, but after some time, I did understand that I was in Calisota. Knowing that much, I asked how far away that is from California, and they said it's just up North, or at least I think they did. After another while, not only did I manage to understand they're heading in that direction as well, we also came to the following agreement: they'd drop me off in another town, something that had City in it's name, where I can probably get a bus or something that would take me to L.A., which I should hope so.

So here I am now, in that particular town, Basin City. Now, I can't be sure, but when we passed by the sign that said "welcome to Basin City", or something in that nature, it looked as though someone had sprayed the letters "BA" in "Basin", so it would look like the place is called Sin City. Also, I tried to get a bus, but all the ticket-dispensers are closed.

Night has already fallen, so I have to use a streetlight so to wri...

This city obviously doesn't like to be ignored. As I was writing down all that, there were these guys who called at me. As I was too busy minding my own business, as usual, I didn't care about what they had to say. Unfortunately, they couldn't have that. They took my journal out of my hands, after which they ran to a fence, and threw it over to the other side, then they ran away. I had to use my Swiss knife to cut the fence open, just so I could take back my journal. I knew that thing would come in handy some day, one way or another. If only I was any good at throwing it. When I tried to reach for it, somebody threw a knife between me and my journal. After that, I didn't dare to move another muscle. That's when a woman's voice shouted something, followed by some guy's more reasonable voice. I told that guy what I came for, which he believed, after which that woman I mentioned told someone else (probably the one that threw that knife at me) to stand down, so I could leave, promising never to come back in "Old Town" as they call this area.

So these guys were dying for attention, but when they didn't get any, they sent me into an area with dangerous women. How selfish can they be? Oh well, all I can say is that I didn't stay in Basin City any longer. I have no idea as to where I am, all I do know is that I'm inside the remains of some old farm-house. Hopefully, I'll have more luck tomorrow morning.